Chapter 10

After the ten tasting slots were taken, Terry found himself in front of an empty table.

He had been too engrossed in chatting with people on the barrage and was a second too slow! Those animals! Wuwuwu! They directly grabbed all the slots!

He felt so stupid. Why did he share the treasure Jiujiu with others yesterday? Sharing with others meant he couldn’t get it himself!

[Terry The Wolf: Wuwuwu, I feel so uncomfortable! Jiujiu, I didn’t get it. Why are there only ten slots? Can’t we add more…]

[Yes, yes, host Jiujiu, can’t you add more?]

A group of fans who only smelled the aroma but didn’t get to eat the meatballs clamored in the barrage.

Even more extreme was: [Host Jiujiu, my grandpa is watching the livestream with me. He said if he can’t get a taste, he’ll starve to death…]

[My dad too-]

[My mom too-]

[My great-grandma too-]

The barrage had a touch of humor; all kinds of relatives emerged. Jiang Qiuqiu could see that everyone was joking, but in those jokes, there was indeed a desire for the dishes she cooked.

Every chef longs for recognition. In this world, everyone’s recognition of Jiang Qiuqiu’s cooking gave her strength.

“Because I’m just a one-star streamer, I can only open ten taste test slots, and each dish can only be recorded once.” Her voice was gentle and soft, creating an image of a round-eyed elf in the listener’s mind.

Well, who would force such a cute little one? Everyone immediately said, [Forget it, who would force such a cute little one?] Everyone began to calculate in the barrage, saying they would come back tomorrow.

Just after they finished posting, Jiang Qiuqiu, who had just finished frying meatballs, picked up a knife again and took out a large piece of meat from the temperature-controlled box.

Terry saw it and immediately asked, [Is this for a new dish? Do we still have a chance!?]

Jiang Qiuqiu’s movements were exceptionally fast, “No, I also think the ratio of selecting ten out of over two thousand is too low, but as a one-star streamer, I can only open ten taste test slots for one dish.”

However, she changed the subject, “So, I decided to make more meatballs, so everyone can taste its flavor.”

As she spoke, she had already cut a small piece of bibi beast meat into strips.

Making meatballs for Jiang Qiuqiu was not a difficult task, but cutting too much meat mince might make her hands a little sore. After cutting a large piece of meat, Jiang Qiuqiu shook her small hand a bit, took two breaths, and then took out a small spoon and a large plate.

So, the audience in Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream room saw in the holographic livestream that the seemingly small girl, holding a knife, kept chopping meat. After the meat mince was ready, her small hands kept moving, one by one, round and elastic meatballs fell onto the white plate.

Then it was frying for the second time. There was no detailed explanation or a beautiful plate this time. Jiang Qiuqiu made only ten small bowls in her house, “There’s not as much bibi beast meat left, so one plate can’t have twelve meatballs. Let’s make it five and let everyone taste the flavor.”

After saying that, she opened the virtual taste test system, clicked on ‘Selected participants cannot be selected again’ when opening the slots, and then swept the meatballs on the table into the bowls one by one. “I’ve put the meatballs down. I hope everyone can help promote me after eating, so I can upgrade to a two-star streamer soon. Thank you all!”

Everyone didn’t expect Jiang Qiuqiu to be so gentle and sweet. Truly, another hundred servings were prepared. Terry, who was waiting in the livestream beforehand, finally managed to grab a second wave of slots.

Chewing the delicious meatballs, Terry and other fans in the livestream barrage all joined in the hashtag #JiujiuIsGreat!

A screen full of thanks made Jiang Qiuqiu laugh.

After interacting with the fans for a few more sentences, she felt a deep sense of exhaustion enveloping her. She swayed her head lightly, saying, “Well, today’s livestream ends here. Tomorrow’s menu is Braised Gugu Meat. See you all at eight o’clock tomorrow-“

After waving at the camera, Jiang Qiuqiu, supporting the table, found herself somewhat unstable.